Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit at all, nor its characters. They rightfully belong to Mister Tolkien. But, I can say that I own Ademia and her back story.


Ademia sat between her nephews, Fili and Kili drinking ale and eating poor Bilbo's food catching up on everything she has missed over the years. It hurt her to her very soul to know that she been gone for so long.

Fili somewhat remembers the day she left and knew that she still loved him and Kili's Uncle. When they had got older, Dis explained to them the true reason why she had left. And with that happening right after a battle, Thorin might have taken the shocking news worse then how he took her leaving.

After laughing and talking with her sister in law's sons, her green eyes glanced over at the bald, tattooed Dwarf Dwalin. Balin's brother. Who had been glaring down the table at her since she got there, obviously remembering that day when those who survived the Battle of Moria had returned to their home in the Blue Mountains. Just for their King to be torn down again by not finding his Queen anyway.

"I know this company is in need of a burglar but a woman who runs from her husband in times of war? I say send the wolf back to her hole." Dwalin chuckled, nudging Oin beside him trying to get him to laugh. But, he was more respectable and shook his head no. Her green eyes looked almost like liquid poison as she glared back at the Warrior Dwarf.

"My reasons for leaving, Dwalin, are my business. As your Queen, I expect you to respect me as such." Her voice went from the friendly Aunt to Lycan Queen. The undertone of her voice held a slight growl that was clearly heard all across the table causing everyone to watch in silence. She stood and made her way towards the door to step outside to take in some fresh air when she heard the bald Dwarf speak again.

"Never again will I bow down and accept a Lycan wench as my Queen." Within seconds after he had spoken those words, Ademia was on top of him forcing him back into the table. Her hand at his throat as her blunt teeth sharpened and lengthened and nails turned to claws. Her temper quickened the transformation into a Lycan only by a little with the Full Moon coming in only a week.

"Say that to me again and you will feel the sharp points of my claws, digging into your flesh. As I said before, I had my reasons and your King will know of them soon enough." Shoving him back slightly, she brushed past her father and walked into the sitting room to stand by the window. Her fingers went to her emerald necklace and was rubbing the stone right in the center over her heart.

'I should stayed home, I'm probably the last person he wants to see.' Ademia mentally told herself actually moving towards where the weapons were sat when Kili stepped in front of her, obviously knowing what she was thinking after that happened.

"You're not leaving, you can't. Don't let Mister Dwalin get to you, he's just been in a bad mood for fifty years. Durin only knows how Mother puts up with him. But, we all want you here. It'll be good for Uncle Thorin." Young Kili convinced her and with those dark puppy eyes, it had worked. Letting out a groan, she nodded and he embraced his aunt with a laugh before walking over to his brother that had just taken a plate from Ori and tossed it to him.

"Excuse me, that's my mother's West Farthing pottery, it's over a hundred years old!" Bilbo's voice got higher when Fili tossed a bowl over Ademia's father to Kili whom was throwing them to Bifur in the kitchen. In the dining room, a few of the Dwarves in there were clanging the knives and forks together.

"And could you not do that, you'll blunt them!" Little Bilbo looked slightly red in the face because of the uninvited guests in his home messing everything up. Or at least to him, they were. The green eyed woman shook her head truly knowing how Dwarves were despite what other races would like to think. Like what Gandalf said before, they were quite a merry gathering.

"Ooh. Do you hear that, lads? He says we'll blunt the knives." Bofur joked before Kili started off the song and soon enough everyone had joined in.

Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth,

tread on the fat

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door!

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you're finished if they are whole S

end them down the hall to roll!

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Everything that was used during the feast was cleaned on the table in the kitchen with everyone laughing at how surprised Bilbo's face was. Ademia's smile was bright, feeling like she was welcomed again. Kili had a spare pipe and had given it to her, even lighting it when there were three hard knocks on the door. The smile faded knowing who that would be and it was sort of a dead give away when she heard her father speak in a grave voice.

"He's here."

The two young Dwarves looked at her as everyone moved towards the door and she stayed in the one spot. Both brown and blue eyes were begging her to come to the door with them and of course, just like back when they were little she gave in and followed.

'Thorin could always resist, why can't I?' Ademia thought to herself, staying in the back of the company when Gandalf opened the door and just like that.. Her heart had almost stopped beating when she saw her husband, smiling ever so slightly and heard his voice.

"Gandalf."


I'm seriously on a roll with updating because I'm going onto my Game of Thrones fic after this one!

Thorin has appeared!

Will there be drama between him and his lost wife during this meeting at Bag End?

Will he even allow her on this quest?

Durin help them!

P.S. I've being watching Robin Hood (with Richard Armitage as Guy of Gisborne) and I'm getting little ideas for that now! I need to stop myself from doing this!

Anyway, if you think I can handle both Guy and Thorin, let me know when you review.

Until next time, my little halfings!